when a week feels like a month

This has been the week that feels like it has lasted a month. Already. And it's only Thursday. But tomorrow is Friday which is good. Very good. It too will be a long day. Starts a five am and goes on until 9 pm. But, after 12ish it will all be stuff of my own choosing. Well, and errands which I find annoying but must be done anyway.

Here's how the week went:
Monday: I had a workshop after work and my phone died. Really died. It was limping along for a while.
Tuesday: long day. work, home group, cold weather, snow, couldn't get the church door open.
Wednesday: just a long day
Thursday: another long day. parent late on top of 9 1/2 hour day.
Early bed.
Tomorrow I speak at an A.A. meeting. I get to tell my story. Here in Pittsburgh, that means I am the only one who gets to speak. Nice and relaxing for the rest of the folks.

However I am really quite joyful about the whole *Marjie doesn't do other people's displays of viloence/anger dicovery.
It keeps coming to me and clarifying new situations in shich this and not something else was the cause of my fear/rage/sick feeling/faintness/breathlessness. Doesn't sound fun but it's nice to know that there is a real cause for how these situations have always made me feel.
It is just possible that now I would be able to actually leave such a situation and not feel so paralyzed. And these did not have to be situations where I felt I was actually in danger.
Learning about all my parts is actually quite rewarding.